Conversation With Tha Man Above

Yeah, it's going down, it's going down
Yeah, it's going down, yeah

Why all us juveniles gotta suffer so much?
All this love inside my hood keeps me into a fuss
Last night me and the fellas almost got smoked
We heard gunshots at us and we all broke
A two mile chase hitting corners quick
Thank the Lord we alright and made it to the bricks
Now I gotta carry a nine I guess
These brothers try to peel my cap so I'ma put 'em to rest
Now is it really worth the fight and fuss
Because if we kill one of them, they'll kill one of us
A young teenage black male
Dead before twenty, or either locked in jail
They say that's how it's 'posed to be
But I don't think that type of life was chose for me
So um, sin after sin I pray
To the Lord I conversate to end all this hate

Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked
Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked
Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked
Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked

I would be a liar if I say
That I'm the type of person that prays every day
Brothers in the hood ain't the same
They sold a little dope, bought a gun and they changed
And they said I've changed because I'm making records
But I'm still in the hood hanging out, so check it
Teenage sisters getting happy drawers
Used to be quiet, now they does it all
It's hard to understand this shit
And everybody that I question tell me life is a bitch
But um, my life's a bitch because I made it that
So I'm praying to you Lord, please change me back

Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked
Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked
Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked

My family's not together the way they should be
And I don't really think they ever would be
My grandmother always say that she loves us
So what's the reason for the everyday scream fuss?
Anna's got killed last week
Poured beer on the curb for my boy, may you rest in peace
Then somebody done killed Tec
And now I'm thinking to myself, "Is the Juice gonna kneel next?"
I don't wanna run and I can't hide
Lord, if I go, just make sure I'm on your side

Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked
Living inside the ghetto's not a joke, it's not a joke
I keep on seeing fellas from the hood getting smoked

All my boys in the 'jects
Rusty, Yogi, Norman, June
My boy Jerk, Ivan, MFG, Pimp Rage, Jose, Lloyd